“How is that possible? How in the world is this possible? How could you ever be a match for me!”0

Apart from the crowd, even Xing Qian himself began to doubt. He was already fighting at full power, yet still couldn’t suppress Chen Fan.0

Every time Xing Qian raised his strength, Chen Fan seemed to match him effortlessly; now, he had already reached his limit, but he couldn’t tell if Chen Fan had done the same.0

What unsettled him most was Chen Fan’s calm expression: relaxed, almost casual, as if he still had strength to spare. Could this truly not be Chen Fan’s limit?0

Xing Qian grew more apprehensive as he fought. His earlier confidence and arrogance...0